It was just that I was particularly hungry after an amphetamine day of saturated hues on the Coney Island beach with my anorexic bestie.
All I had imbibed was a nutcracker – the Caribbean answer to palatable calories under the boardwalk – and a potent rum cocktail, of sorts.
Knots of immaculate gnocchi in a small Italian shop in the West Village was the equivalent of a proposal by the time it hit midnight – witching hour, and the first time we met.
Now we cannot stop eating together.
Artwork: Here’s looking at you... (2019) l Collette Theron Borley l Digital photograph l Private collection, Coney Island l Price on request